When Lan Tian followed Qin Lie into the main tent, a closer look revealed that the commander of the Northern Border garrison was in far worse condition than he appeared.
A bandage was wrapped around Qin Lie's left shoulder, with dark red blood faintly seeping through from beneath it. The bleeding had not fully stopped.
His breathing was heavier than usual, his chest rising and falling sharply. Suppressed exhaustion weighed on his brow, his eyes were slightly sunken, and days of relentless exertion had left the skin over his cheekbones dull and gray.
Two days and nights of intense fighting and command had depleted more than half his Soul Power, and he had accumulated quite a few hidden injuries.
He sat down beside the table and rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse. "That Soul Douluo on the other side clashed head-on with me twice. I didn't lose out, but I didn't gain anything either. Both sides are waiting for the other to give out first. We've run out of pills, and we can't evacuate the wounded. If this drags on for another two days, we might not be able to hold."
Lan Tian sat down opposite him. "Let me take a look."
He extended his hand, and several strands of the Blue Silver God Vine emerged from his palm and wound around Qin Lie's wrist. He infused a wisp of spiritual power into them and examined him for a moment.
More than half of Qin Lie's Soul Power had been depleted. His meridians had suffered numerous minor injuries from those head-on clashes. Although the wound on his left shoulder had been treated, it was healing very slowly and continued to drain his strength.
If he tried to hold out for another two days in this condition, he would probably collapse